Chapter Eighty-one

Later on, after Syria and Andrea left for their respective homes, Elena sat down with her mom in the cozy living room, the scent of freshly brewed tea lingering in the air. It had been a long day, and Elena had something on her mind that she needed to share with her and what she didn't know yet was if her mother would accept what she had in mind. Her heart raced as she took a deep breath and began, "Mom, I've been thinking a lot about Andrea's house, and I really want to go back."

Her mother looked at Elena with concern etched on her face. "Elena, I understand why you feel that way, but you need to be careful," she replied gently, her voice filled with caution. "Remember what happened the last time you were there. It was a dangerous situation, and we don't want you to get hurt."

Elena nodded, acknowledging her mother's worry, but a determined spark flickered in her eyes. "I know, Mom. I remember what happened, but things are different now. Andrea and I have talked about it, and we bel